Concert
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Romantic Sex Story: A classical concert leads to some lovely love-making. Illustrated.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa .
Sunday afternoon Laura and I set off for a concert at a church a few towns to the east. We’d not heard of the performer, a young cellist named Romina Constantinescu. The drive took us along the coast, miles of two-lane blacktop, nary a car but ours, pine forests to one side, the sea to the other. “Shall I turn on the radio?” Laura asked.
“It’s so peaceful here,” I replied. “And who knows whether we’d get any reception.”
“I did hear something good on the way home from town this morning,” Laura said. “Something with an oboe. Today’s the composer’s birthday. Do you know who it is?”
“I have no idea,” I said.
“Guess.”
Without really thinking I said, “Franz Joseph Haydn.”
“That’s right!” Laura exclaimed. “You knew!”
“I didn’t,” I said. “It was just a guess. I don’t know where I got it. Maybe I was reading your mind.”
“It was a beautiful piece,” Laura said.
We enjoyed the rest of the drive in quiet, and about thirty minutes later we parked at the old church.
For the first half of the recital, the cellist played two Beethoven cello sonatas, accompanied on piano, according to the program, by her partner, Victor Constantinescu.
“They were really good,” I said to Laura at the intermission.
“And she was very pretty,” Laura said.
“She was.”
“And I bet you liked that she wasn’t wearing underwear.”
“I did.”
“Pussy lips like little curtains,” Laura whispered in my ear.
“Not really to my taste,” I said.
“Oh no?”
“You’d think they’d play something by Haydn, since it’s his birthday and all,” I said.
“Changing the subject, are you?” Laura said.
The second half of the concert, Romina played Bach, some suites for unaccompanied cello. Again I was very impressed.
“What do you suppose Victor was doing?” Laura asked as we made our way to the car.
“I have no idea.”
“Guess. You were so good guessing Haydn’s birthday.”
“Eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich,” I said.
“What flavor jelly?” Laura said.
“Can I have multiple choice?”
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